On the night you were born, she was in agony for the hours and hours of insurmountable pain! On the night you were born, she laughed with pure joy for the bundle of cuteness as fresh as heavenly rain.
On the night you were born, the moon smiled; a smile of blessing mirrored on her face. On the night you were born, the stars twinkled brighter than any jewel, to be reflected in your perfect hazel eyes!
On the night you were born, the winds whispered ‘life will never be the same’. On the night you were born, your mother grew manifold; wishing you only success and fame!
On the night you were born she made a vow of sticking together no matter what cruelties she has to wither. On the night you were born she made a vow of keeping your father; not far, not a name on a paper, but here & near.
Now that! Is the story of her life! A life without a father; wretchedness rife!
On the nights of agonizing weeps and sorrows she finds strength in all those thoughts, those vows; finds solace in knowing she keeps her promise. On the nights of those cruelties year after year, she cannot help question her promises. She questions “is this really what it takes?” She cannot help but ask “is every woman in this same boat?” She asks nobody in particular, “is this what being a woman really is?”
So many more questions and confused thoughts, after every ‘fight’ on all those days and nights.
It all leads up to one thing and one thing alone. The promises, her hopes, on the night you were born.
P.S. Image taken from: http://maitedip.blogspot.com/2012/12/day-83-when-i-grow-up-i-will-be-mot...